Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

had filled out, I had lied about my town, my schooling and

status

the people here to my personal life but now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make him have a flat

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

why?  His car

make it any less than the beauty that she

a memory from the

GT and he had taken me

we had spent the evening

his black Porsche, unlocking it on the way and without waiting for

moment later I heard the ignition

could get irritated and start to throw more of his mean

moment I sat down, I tried,

"You don't have to drive me.I can

He didn't say anything.

held the steering wheel like one would hold a lover as he pulled out of the parking lot and

later, I knew where

written on the form

tried again,

had a few things to

turned to me and he said,

you want

went up on my

his offer, I didn't have enough money to let him

I sighed.

buy

would just have to suck

and I will wait for him to leave then I'll make my way to the

different and longer route back

the usual butterscotch pastry this

more than the fact that I would be late to reach on

came to a slow stop at the sky

turned to him and said,

moment that made me nervous and then, he said,

he was becoming such a gentleman all of a

knew

and put a smile on my face as I said, "No, you don't

eyes and cursed my fate as he opened his

God why he hated me so much as I saw

didn't come and I didn't wait as

my side,

He arched a brow.

couldn't come inside except that he would know that I

"Mom wouldn't want to see

between us and he didn't

stood back against his car, crossed

gulped as I saw the picture

like a GQ

suit that was a combination of